Then was the time I saw the Hank Williams singing on the stage in Philadelphia, and he was all dressed up in drag From his rose red lips to his rhinestone he belted out after song as he drank from a brown paper bag And the songs he sang of and pain, so pure reflections of human imperfections, it damn near me up But the rest of the show, was of slow And someone woke me up
Later on the Astros were beating the living crap out of Cincinnati on the TV and a little to the left of the great Hank head As a busty suicide blonde waitress him a double shot of 'whatever you got' and said "I thought you were dead" The balls cracked as he tilted his head back and told her how he had a big star but now country music was full of freaks He sat there, in the TV Mascara his cheeks
I was only sixteen years old I went from Houston to Abilene with a spunky stunningly handsome in a Volkswagen Bug She was with some kids all her own, a committment-free divorcee, and I was a man in We had only one 8-track but it was of the late great Hank and we sang in two-part harmony "Hey good lookin', how's about Something up me"
Back at the bar they were calling last so I the barmaid a credit card to pay up my tab The TV was turned off and the was dark and the great Hank Williams was so I asked her to call me a cab She if you like I can give you a ride, so there we out the door and into the city of brotherly love Into the night, out of In a VW Bug